Where Credits are King (open to all)

[Priscilla Utorna]

Priscilla would turn to [member="Valkren Calderon"], giving a sad glare before her lip quivers and she begins to speak.

"Aren't you gonna defend me, Mr Directorate? Or are you going to break me down just like they did to my father. I know your game. Don't try and hide it from me."

She would then await for his response for a few seconds before turning back to [member="John Ash"] before letting out a deep sigh. If she agreed to this, then everything she had built up on this planet would be meaningless, she was sure her guards could escort her there fine. She opened her holopad, sending a message and a BING noise chiming from it, she looks down, reads it then begins to speak.

"I don't know what your name is, but I suppose we'll be going to the commerce guild together. Obviously you're intent on forcing me to pay you, and it's not like I don't have money to spare. We leave in 30 minutes, get whatever possessions you have."

 

[Rashae]

The droid startled her a moment as turned to see the droid standing there as if waiting for something. There was no help. Not unless the droid knew molecular biology and complex organic bonding techniques. Even then, it may not work. That was as she was beginning to think of rebuilding the formula from the pieces within her. Could she rebuild the formula for the anti-serum?

“I already have my drink, Thank you.” She said construing his hovering as a want to serve. Her brow furrowed as a rapid series of thoughts went through her mind.


That was before the two Weequay approached the droid. The Doctor rolled her eyes and shook her head. “All I want is a fracking drink. For crying out loud. “ She moved to away from the altercation that was obviously fixing to happen. It wasn't like she was a droid mechanic or anything. She settled a few feet away, hopefully enough away from the goings on. She flipped her datapad out to take down some notes that was fresh in her head. It was more of a list. It was thin. It was a huge maybe. She looked up as the droid could take care of itself. With a sigh she waited for the obvious as it probably would end up with a good case of dead or wounded. In either case she was honor bound to deal with either announcing the finality or giving at least initial triage.


[member=Thraxis] [member=GC-98]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond listened to her talk of how she travels the stars for a living. Since she was willing to sell guns the Chiss found himself wondering about the extent of her cargo. A rather honest statement. Guns meant death, war. Not a lot of things people talk about or are willing to share. And where there was war there was always battle. It Sounded like it could lead to quite a few adventures, but probably not what he was looking for. Perhaps it’s time to resort to plan B...

Despite her businesses, he decided she hadn't been in many battles, especially after she cut her meat into dainty little bites. He supposed she might, but settled on the more likely theory. She was just some rebellious youth. Raised by a loving mother and father, possibly wealthy folk, and she simply got bored.

Whether Desmond was correct mattered little to him now. It was becoming seemingly obvious she did not have the skill set Desmond was looking for. Still the conversation was entertaining so he decided to humor her and his own self for a few more minutes. She asked him about himself and Desmond thought on whether to avoid the question or give her his partly true cover story.

He decided on the latter.

“Why a gentleman does not talk about himself, but if you must know. I am a procurer of exotic goods,” he paused to study his nails a bit then regarded her again with a small smirk “I am here for some very specific persons who are under the hold of a very specific Hutt,” Desmond smile grew at the mention of his private joke.

He tapped on his wrist comms and a simple message was sent to [member="Lark"] and [member="Thraxis"] . Incite the violence

[member="Laira Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The Chiss had great intuition, though, a far stretch to assume any young woman he met that was willing to run guns and had decent table manners came from a wealthy family. There were a laundry list of ne'er-do-wells in history from downtrodden and middle class families that ran guns, and it was quite the rarity in the scheme of things for the rich to turn to smuggling and transporting freight.

There were gaggles of people in the galaxy that did less than legal activities and to make such assumptions were annoying, especially considering he had made several already that were spot on despite all outward evidence to the contrary. It made the use of an alias, forging a false identity, and purposefully avoiding exhibiting her heritages almost a bit of a waste if anyone could see through it on a glance.

"Interesting." She said between bites raising her eyebrows with some disinterest. She rightly didn't care about his business, it didn't matter to her and she wasn't on Nar Shaddaa looking for work.

She finished her meal in short order. "Thanks for the meal, but I really must be going." She smiled and stood up. She could hear the slight commotion coming from the private rooms, and that kind of interested her considering that person had introduced herself openly as a Princess. That could make things a little interesting for her. She stood from the table and turned to make her way from the establishment.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

The Sergeant's face went slightly red as his brows furrowed, at the statements that came from both John and Priscilla

Control yourself, Valk.

"You know our game, missy? Is that so!" He stated, stepping up to her and towering over he as he moved away from John. The rage had gotten to him, so much time spent on the battlefield and in the foxhole, so much pent up energy that he usually expelled on his enemies was now about to be released in this tiny room. This was bad, this was how he had been previously kicked out of the OTS facility on Alderaan; it's how he lost his chance on becoming anything more than an Non-commissioned officer.

"Our game, is to protect those who need it..Our Game, is to take the shots when noone else can. I'm not some karkin' politician that brought your father in for whatever fetthin' reason!"

He'd get what would be face-to-face with [member="Priscilla Genesis"] if she had not been much shorter than him. Something seemed off, as if Valkren was drinking not just for R&R, but for something else on his mind. His voice would escalate louder, and louder, "We're the ones they tell to jump, when no one else will!"

"We're the ones that give up family members, because the Republic tell us to leave them behind in the dead of kriffin' space!" There it was, it had hit home now, this making Valkren stop in his own track as he felt something in his pocket vibrate.

From the entrance of the bar, came an oversized, burley man with a tribal tattoo that ran up his neck and curved about his right eye. He had to be Six-foot-five, atleast. The same dog tag's that the Sergeant had been sporting between his unzipped jacket hung around his own neck, labelled with the title 'Ryan O'Connor, Saber-four.' Sporting the same combat boots that Valkren was wearing, BDU's, and a tight fitting under-shirt, the tank-of-a-man pushed his way through the public section of the bar that was plagued by so many wrong-doings, moving straight to the private section. He had his mark on their location, he'd push his way into the small room and make the crowded room even more crowded as he entered.

O'Connor stood there behind the trio, reaching a veiny arm out that was only displayed due to his short sleeved shirt, and placed it on Valkren's shoulder, gripping it with an impressive force that only Valkren had grown used to. He seemed to ignore the others in the room, having only one goal in mind. He needed his NCO out and moving yesterday.

"Bossman, we need to go."

"I'm busy, Irish.." Valkren would state over his shoulder, still glaring at the 'princess' in front of him.

"It's Young, they moved him to a better hospital in the yuupee' section of this slum world." O'Connor ofcourse referred to the wealthier section on Nar Shaddaa. They never really had a thing for the rich, considering in their line of work, credits were something they were always scrounging for.

"And?"

"It's not good." Saber team's assault specialist hesitated to say this as his eyes glanced over the bounty hunter and the princess, before saying it in a hushed tone.

Sergeant Calderon blinked, before relaxing his posture and turning about to face his squadmate. "Copy, go get a cab ready." He said, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

"It's already waiting outside." O'Connor nodded, before turning and making his way to the exit. Valkren sighed, his back still turned to them, obviously slightly embarrassed for the scene that was just produced. He had done so well in hiding his anger up to this point, and now he had ruined that. "The hospital there is only a block away from the Commerce Guilds. You know my name, feel free to contact me if need be." Valkren would turn his body slightly to face [member="John Ash"], attempting to apologize for his behavior by handing him a credit chit for the drinks they were previously throwing down. He'd do this before attempting to make his way after O'Connor, fumbling around his jacket for something he seemed to need badly.

O'Connor was standing outside with a pack of cigarettes in his hands, motioning to take two out and stick one of them between his lips, looking to the Bar's exit as he waited for his team-leader.

 

[John Ash]

Well things had gone to karkin' hell in the private room. It seemed that [member="Priscilla Genesis"] had gotten the wrong idea about things here and had ended up setting off a drunk [member="Valkren Calderon"] . There was yelling and intimidation tactics. John could only sigh as he watched it all take place. Karkin' Nar Shaddaa and what it did to people. He was going to need to clear some stuff up soon or the girl mind end up hurt. He was about to move when the door suddenly opened up. The lock that was suppose to be on it didn't work at all. This bar was just terrible. The two men, both of which soldiers, chatted for a bit before leaving. The one who had been hanging out with John handed him some credits to pay for the drinks then left.

Everything went quiet after the man left. The bar was a buzz with activity, but the room was not. John looked to the Pantoran girl to see how she was doing. He went over and sat by her as he said, " No games here girl, from me or you. I was looking to help, but not for free. I can't afford to be nice for nothing. Man needs to survive. You seem to think I want to make you pay me, but I don't care what you do. Hire me and I'm your man. Don't hire me and we will part ways peacefully. Everything said will not be repeated. I am a professional, even if you don't think so right now."

John paused here. He wanted to give her a moment to process what he was saying. Plenty of stuff had just happened after all and she was sure to be flustered. He continued after several seconds, " So make up your mind what you want to do. It doesn't matter to me two nerf poodoo what happens next. If you end up in a ditch that will be a shame. If you end up where you are going that is great. My offer stands until you leave this bar." He left it there. It was up to her to decide what she would do next. He didn't care anymore how things went. If he made some credits then it would be a good day, but if he didn't then he would just move onto the next job.

 

[GC-98]

The two Weequay stopped for a moment, startled at the droid pulling the blaster on them. For a few seconds they were silent, thinking of something to say.

GC could see them slowly reaching for their holstered blasters, not being too secretive about it. He thought this to be a very stupid action. Before they could say anything he fired straight into the face of one of the Weequay, turned his arm and did the same to the other within a second.

He holstered his own blaster, peering down on the two dead bodies in front of him. His stance might've been mistaken for sorrow, but really he was wondering if he should move the bodies out of the way so other patrons could have more room. This would be more helpful after all.

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

While John was speaking to her she would place her finger on his lips.

"I've already made the point I wished. I'll be going to the Commerce guild alone"

As she exits the building, she would climb into a limo with two Guards dressed in official uniform standing outside. The windows would be black and it would drive away quickly.

She then mumbles to herself.

"What savages, I'll try my luck elsewhere. Alfred, take note; Valekren and Johnathan Ash. We'll need those names for later. Step to it to the commerce guild, promptly"

[member="John Ash"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok lost interest in the conversation after he was unable to hear. He returned to the bar, and ordered another drink. D'vok saw what appeared to be two soldiers leaving the bar. Republic? Fun. D'vok hadn't seen the republic since the glory days. He got a sudden sense of deja-vu. Being frozen in carbonite for 700+ years will do that to you. D'vok decided the only suitable option was more whiskey. D'vok finished his 5th drink, and ordered another. He decided to leave with it, before stumbling and spilling the drink on [member="John Ash"]
"Ah, Kriff. Sorry mate, buy you another?"

 

[Lark]

Incite the violence, the message said.

Normally Lark could cause chaos of unknowable proportions with nothing more than a few dark words. But now, tensions were so palpable, a few blaster shots would do. Lark looked into his scope, and took aim at the driver who picked up the girl as she left the bar. The windows were dark, but the positions of drivers was almost universal. He didn't need to see his target to hit him, he need only hit the window. He let the shot fly, and quickly turned back to the bar.

A soldier waited outside the bar, and Lark didn't have much time to act before the other came out as well. He aimed at the cab driver that the man had called over, and left a blast in his head as well.

He needed to move, skilled soldiers might be able to locate the source of the blasts. He jumped from one building to the next, keeping an eye on everything that happened, a phantom in the night.

[member="Priscilla Genesis"] @GC-98 @John Ash [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

The Sergeant met his squad mate outside, questioning as he continued to sort through his jacket. "You got my cig-" he'd be cut off by O'Connor handing him one of the tobacco-filled products, Valkren staring at it for a few moments before taking it from him and sticking it inbetween his lips.

"You know these things are supposed to be bad for you, right?" O'Connor stated, lighting his own tobacco stick before handing the lighter to his NCO.

Valkren just huffed, before reaching to light is own and speaking as he did so. "If a bullet hasn't killed me yet, these won-" He was cut off as he saw a round penetrate the Limo's driverside window before it took off, realizing that the princess had escaped into that same vehicle.

The cigarettes fell from the two soldiers' lips as they both whipped out their sidearms in quick succession, aiming for the rooftops where the shot seemed to source from. Even in his buzzed state, his reaction time seemed to be on point still. The shooter must have moved locations, because where O'Connor and Calderon were looking, there were no marksmen to be found.

Professional..

"O'Connor, keep an eye on the roof! I'm securing little miss snob!" Valkren stated, keeping both hands on his weapon as he moved to the limo and kept his eyes on his surrounding. His combat instinct had kicked in. They were in the open, which wasn't good if it truly was a professional marksman that was out to take out this princess. O'Connor moved to the other side of the Limo, as to use it as cover. He'd open one of the doors to let out however many guards [member="Priscilla Genesis"] had with her escort, while keeping his eyes glued to the rooftops.

Calderon slid over the hood of the limo, moving to the other side aswell. He first opened the driver side door to check on the driver of her vehicle, before blinking at the sight. The driver's head was mangled, resting against the controls. He'd mumble to himself as he dragged the body out and onto the ground below the limo. Across the hood of the limo, a Rodian thug saw an opportunity to steal a perfectly good vehicle, opening the passenger side of the exotic vehicle.

The Sergeant reacted quickly, pointing his weapon clear across the driver and passenger seat and letting a single round fly into the Rodian's cranium, sending the body back against the ground, the blue blaster bolt lighting up the inside of the Limo like a christmas tree for a split second. Valkren then moved to Priscilla's seat, opening the door and leaning in.

"You got two choices, either I drive this deathtrap into more enemy fire, or we take that Bounty hunter's offer to find a different way!" He stated, holding the blaster tightly as he glanced over the top of the limo once again.

That bounty hunter was certainly right, either someone was out for her head..Or someone just liked watching worlds burn.

Both were worthy ideas.

[member="Priscilla Genesis"] | [member="GC-98"] | [member="John Ash"] | [member="Lark"]

(EDIT: Let's take our time everyone, things are getting abit hectic at the moment, I don't mean in-roleplay wise..But post wise )

 

[John Ash]

Karkin' rich girls. Always playing their games and thinking life will go their way. Well not his problem now. She turned down his offer and went out the door. Nar Shaddaa was her problem now. John just needed to go pay for his drinks and then head home. He had gotten done today what he had set out to do anyways, so no point in hanging around a bar that was looking to be turning into a fuel tank rushing towards the flames. A droid at the counter was being heckled while a woman who was looking like she was having rather bad day just let it happen. Some of what looked like maybe Jackels were in one corner. A Chiss had been hitting on some woman, who was now leaving after a free meal.... And now some drunk had spilled his drink on him. Yup, typical day at a Nar Shaddaa bar....

John looked to @D'vok Windroamer and said in a stern tone, " Move." He didn't wait though for a reply and just pushed past the guy. He walked over to the counter while keeping some distance between him and the little group. He roughly slammed the credits onto it and began to head for the door. He was irritated right now. He hadn't gotten that far when he heard the sound of two sniper shots hitting duraglass. Great. Seems things were already in motion. He drew his empty pistol and popped the magazine out as he rushed outside. He swapped it out for a full one and clipped it back in. He scanned the scene. The vehicle that the Princess had taken and the cab the soldiers had taken were both hit. What had he said to the girl? Nar Shaddaa got you there sooner. Wonderful, he had turned into a space wizard spouting off prophecies it seems. He moved towards the limo while keeping cover. He figured [member="Valkren Calderon"] and his buddy could handle themselves, but [member="Priscilla Genesis"] might not be able to. He hated freebies, but he had no choice right now. He was likely a target as well.

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

"Hey buddy, look I'm sorr-"
D'vok saw the man draw his blaster. D'vok followed the man outside, Drawing his own DL-44.
"Oh kark!"
D'vok flipped his head over to [member="John Ash"]. He was headed for a nearby limo. Great, more people hurt. Casualties? D'vok approached the limo, trying to open the door. Great, locked. D'vok shot off the lock, pulling the door open.
"Anyone good in here?!"
D'vok was calm, but he noticed the bullet holes. Sniper? Small arms? He didn't know.

 

[GC-98]

GC heard more blaster fire from outside. Maybe other people were being targeted too, and may need assistance. He carefully and comically tippy toed over the dead Weequays, calmly walking outside of the bar. The first thing he saw was a black limo in which there were blaster holes. He looked to the men surrounding the vehicle, wondering if they had fired upon it, but the hole sizes and their armaments did not match. He approached the most official looking man he could see ([member="Valkren Calderon"]) who appeared to be talking to a victim of the attack inside. He leaned in with the man, peering at the woman inside, not giving much personal space.

'Status?' he asked her, monitoring both their bodies for any harm. They seemed to be okay.

 

[Rashae]

She got maybe a couple of sentences written before the blaster shots were applied to the aggressors bothering the droid. Those ice blue eyes looked over as she sighed. She got up smoothly and gracefully as she whipped out her med-scanner. It wasn't long before she acquired the data. Yep they were good and dead. The woman clipped it back next to the medkit she almost always had with her.

Huoriel had to pick the one bar that decided to have a show down of some kind. What kind of luck did it take to be graced with such lovely entertainment? “This is absolutely lovely.” Thick with icy sarcasm to no one in particular.

The raven headed Doctor got one last drink and handed the bottle to the nearest person. “Here. “ Those long legs moved towards the door as she had to figure out how to get out of here and to the space port. Fourty-two last laugh in leaving her in this cesspool.

Then there was a commotion just outside of the bar. “Frack!!” It seemed she was cut off. She headed towards the side of the doorway taking position at one side of the wall. It was a bit chaotic but it seemed the driver was shot. “if I had a credit for every slug or laser shot... “ she shook her head as she quickly ran over to get behind D'vok, behind the now opened door “Dr. Rashae Lovous, Is he alive?” She asked tensely.

[member=Priscilla Genesis[/URL]] [member=GC-98] [member=John Ash] [URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/8770-valkren-calderon/"][member=Valkren Calderon] [member=[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/9402-laira-vereen/"]Laira Vereen][/URL] [member=[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/12895-desmond-cartyom/"]Desmond C'artyom][/URL] [member=[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/7559-thraxis/"]Thraxis] [member=D'vok Windroamer][/URL]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond watched the pretty girl leave and shrugged. He figured her for a rich priss and the demeanor in which she left seemed to prove the point. He supposed he wasn’t worth the time of day. Regardless he had a job to do. Desmond brushed off the spilt beer and stood from his chair.

Shortly afterwards to gun shots could be hear from the outside and Desmond smiled. [member="Lark"] was doing his job nicely and if he did as planned he would continue too. Des approached the Hutt who lounged in the corner next to his friend [member="Thraxis"] and bowed appropriately to the large being.

“Greetings your greatness those men outside and the female are wanted fugitives, should you help in the endeavor of catching them you will be greatly rewarded,” The Hutts greedy eyes narrowed in on the Chiss.

“Moulerah?”

Desmond knew he had the large slug the moment he mentioned a reward. “Oh yes and I imagine someone else would pay a handsome sum for the princess,” His implications were clear, capture the girl and he could have double the reward. The Hutt needed no further convincing especially after Thraxis had buttered him up to the idea previously.

“Caba de unko!” The Hutt shouted to his guards. They amassed in the bar and the great Hutt pointed to the offenders outside. Gammoreans, Weequay, and an Aqualesh unholstered their side arms and fired into the red-light district. Glass shattered as blaster rounds tore through the panes and smacked into the vehicles outside. The simple thugs trudged forward to attempt to apprehend their targets.

Amidst the Chaos Desmond sent a simple message to his body guards. Follow the princess. Harass them whenever possible. Her guards will make suit. He checked his holo watch then casually made his way to the door, as blaster fire whizzed by his head. He was going to a ball in the commercial district and did not want to be late.

[member="Rashae"], [member="GC-98"], @D'vok Windroamer, [member="John Ash"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Priscilla Genesis"], [member="Laira Vereen"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis body laid prone on the ground, his body long and outstretched as he watched everything unfurl faster and faster, like a snowball of chaos had just begun to roll and form. A few times ideas rushed through his head, especially as to what to do, ideas that could have caught them in a tight grip though wanted to see if the Hutt could piece the parts together, or even if anyone else could. He was wrong. Slowly he pulled himself up, brushing off some liquor that had muddied his shoulders before placing his closed fist against the breathing apparatus of the mask. "I think it is time to pull rank on you, oh great Sobac." he declared, the Hutts tilted to the side, the sound of fat rubbing against fat as a look of confusion warped his perception.

"I second in Command to the Supreme Mogul Sempra the Hutt, am now taking full control of operations to contain the girl. Once this is completed all credit shall go to you Sobac, and in return, failure will be put onto me." he demanded as Desmond made his case. A look of misery took over, his shoulders slumped as he realized he had to pull rank. The Hutts were as stubborn as they were fat and they quite simply refused to accept the situation the Hutt Cartel had fallen into. Something he had full anticipation of taking control of. Then his fingers warped into a pistol, his lips puckering as he let loose an audible, 'BANG' as he pointed towards [member="Laira Vereen"] his black gaze all that could be seen through his visor, "I paid for your meal. Consider yourself employed by the Hutts for the next..." a short pause taken between words, his shoulders shrugged as Sobac sat behind him, looking back and forth as he tried to get a grip on everything that had transpired so fast, "I dunno, ten minutes? Yeah, we will say ten minutes." he continued before taking a step next to Desmond, a quick nod of the head as he walked past, "You sir, may just be in for a promotion. Or not. I ain't really sure what your job is." he clarified to Desmond, before taking the next step in the job.

With a patient stride, he moved towards Thit, standing by his side as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "Thit, need you to go and grab me a Loudhailer. I got a plan." he said as Thit returned with a nod heading out back as he clasped his hands together, looking at the mostly Apathetic customers that sat at the table, "As for you lot.... Just keep doing that." he said as he began to take his strides towards the door, sitting a little bit to the side to keep himself out of the brief firefight. Then came back Thit, a small rusted Loudhailer in hand as he passed it along, his brow arched as he wondered what his next step was.

With a pat on the shoulder and a hand clasped around the Loudhailer Thraxis decided to take proper control of the situation, Desmond might have asked for Violence, but Thraxis wanted to see if he could get the princess through peaceful means. Something that was so rarely taken in the Galaxy these days. Slowly his black mass moved, his step a hope as he danced his way out of the room, his jovial movements a stark contrast to the cynical nature of his armor. Slowly with an almost pause in its speed, he pulled it to his mask, letting the sound of his tongue brushing against his lips be the first sound to be heard. "Attention, little miss Lithe. You are now in the jurisdiction of the Great Sobac, and by extension, the Hutt Cartel." he let the words ring for a few minutes, his body standing firm, unflinching to any gunfire short of a blaster bolt. "You shall now be taken in by us, do not cause any more harm for the people of Nar Shadaa." he continued, taking a few steps forward, his head dropped down as he counted his steps, 1.... 2.... 3.... he said before coming to a halt, raising the Loudhailer once again "Do not worry. While most may try to rape or kill you, I, Thraxis have no such ill intent." he said, the final words to ring from the loudhailer as he tossed it aside, seeing if she would take the peaceful route.
[member="Desmond C'artyom"] @D'vok Windroamer [member="John Ash"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Priscilla Genesis"] [member="Laira Vereen"]
[member="Lark"] [member="GC-98"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[GC-98]

GC scooched in the limo, sitting next to the woman whilst blaster fire surrounded them. GC placed his hand out, making sure any blaster fire did not hit the unprotected being.

A stray blaster shot hit his shoulder, almost burning through it. 'Ow, that hurt' he said out loud. He turned to the woman. 'That was a joke. I couldn't feel it' he said looking at her. He wondered if it was appropriate timing, as many sources claimed that his jokes were rarely at the right moment. Sometimes statistics can be wrong though, maybe he just asked the wrong type of people.

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

As the shots hit the Limo one of the guards would scream to Priscilla

"Get down!" and then basically climb on top of her.

"Alfred for God-sake, what is it now?" he would ignore what she just said and proceed to force her out of the Limo on the other side, keeping his eye's trained on the roof-top. three (one from the driver's seat) more guards would also exit the limo and do the same, but one keeping especially close to her. As [member="Thraxis"] would talk about her 'taking', Alfred would point his blaster rifle at him and then say

"You have 3 seconds before I blast your face to smitherins, 3."

One of the three other guards also trained his blaster rifle and began to walk around him, keeping the rifle to the man's head.

She would sigh heavily to herself, taking out her blaster which was previously concealed within her robes, and keeping it at her side. She would then turn to [member="Valkren Calderon"] and begin to speak.

"Some things you just need to do yourself."

[member="GC-98"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="John Ash"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[John Ash]

Things went south so fast, and the likelihood of it being because of boredom was high. That was confirmed for John when he saw [member="Thraxis"] come and start spouting off his lines. Man was a maniac and never good to see him anywhere. Karkin' jackels..... He heard @D'vok Windroamer begin to mess with the handle of some random speeder. Why were people all rushing out here into the middle of a fire fight? Did none of them have half a sense to take cover and gauge the situation before reacting? Civilians.

" You! If you want to help then either find that sniper or go after that crazed Zeltron!" He yelled over the blaster fire to the guy messing with the door.

" Droid and woman, get out of the line of fire! You are going to get yourselves dead!" He yelled to [member="GC-98"] and [member="Rashae"] as he watched them just sitting around. He got that they cared and wanted to help, but the dead didn't help anyone.

John got over to where [member="Priscilla Genesis"] and [member="Valkren Calderon"] were at. He pulled out a flash bang from his duster and armed it. He said in a voice so only the two of them could hear him, " Cover your ears and close your eyes." He hoped they got his meaning here or he was going to have to be dragging people around after.

John took a peak at the other side of the limo to where all of the scum were shooting at them from. He yelled out as he tossed the flash bang, " DETONATOR!!!" It flew through the air to land in the middle of the crowd while beeping in a way that a detonator might. John covered his ears and closed his eyes as he ducked his head back behind the limo. After a second the flash bang went off with a deafening boom and blinding light. He opened up his eyes and turned to the little crowd he was with, " Go through that building." He said as he pointed towards the building on their side of the street. " Move now." He then began to move towards it while crouched down. He hoped they followed because they were sitting ducks otherwise.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Lark"] [member="Laira Vereen"]